Maeve Irpin Whore ❤️

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Little secret – they say sailors spread it. Rough dudes, gamblin’ on ships, callin’ “whore” when they scored big. Kinda badass, right? Picturin’ ‘em, all salty and loud, makes me grin. But damn, last week, lost 20 bucks playin’ with my buddy Chad – pissed me off! He’s all smug, quotin’ “There’s no reins on this one” – ugh, shut up, Chad. Still, I laughed, he’s a dick but he’s my dick, y’know?

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First off, I hit up the local café on Shchorsa Street. You know, the one with the best coffee? I grab my usual – a double espresso, because, duh, I need the energy. But guess what? They ran out of beans! Like, how do you run out of coffee beans? I was ready to throw a fit. But then, the barista, this cool dude named Oleg, hooks me up with a free pastry. Sweet, right? So, I’m munching on this flaky goodness, feeling a bit better.

In Irpin, the first textile waste recycling line in Ukraine has been launched